*featuring Mary J. Blige
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[Mary J. Blige:]
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So burgundy, the window to his soul
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It seems he tapes his eyes closed,
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From huffin on, that's what he's puffin on.
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His style is rough, he wears his hair in cornrolls,
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His jeans hang loose and low
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So his di..opps he cain't be comfortable I mean, he's gotta be comfortable.
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[Jaheim:]
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Now she's the type that's compared to a rose that grew from the concrete,
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So sweet ya know,
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From the streets yo.
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Now she's the opposite of he,
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Have you ever seen a lion sleep on the bossom of a sheep?
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It's beautiful.
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Yeah thug though.
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[Both: (chorus)]
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She's so beautiful and he's a thug,
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They're so different yet they're in love.
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He's so thugged out and she's so beautiful,
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They're so perfect cause they're in love.
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[Mary J. Blige:]
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Picture this, his warm velvet voice on a cold winters night,
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Sugar free, bitter truth.
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Building life from a slang so divine.
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Soul to soul, their flesh pressed,
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From a firm of onyx tenderness.
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He signed his name with a venom kiss,
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Upon a heart, I never heard of such bliss.
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[Jaheim:]
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Now she's the opposite of he,
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Such as a butterfly and he's a killer bee.
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Yeah, she becomes a victim to his sting,
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And he's amazed by the colors of her wings.
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And the life he's led has left him with some scars,
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But, she viewed them all as mid-beauty marks.
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The moral of the story, plain as can be,
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He loved her cause, He is me.
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[Chorus: x2]
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Da Da-da-da da da da-da-da da
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She's beautiful and he's a thug,
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Made for each other 'cause they're in love.
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She's a petal and he's a thorn,
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From a different type of story since they were born.
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[Chorus: x2]
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Beauty And A Thug
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Jaheim |